Our floor-
Three bodies consume.
Old wooden floors,
Noisy hinges-
Harnessing dreams
That we hope to one day own.

In a city
All mess
We strive
For what to us is unknown
Though we need it
To be our true own.
Will we make it?
Or be sucked in-
Oh the societal undertows.

I sit alone.
In the darkened cold-
Silence-
Stillness-
My thoughts solus
Drifting to places I wish to go.

Have you ever...
Felt scarred?
Cause you know
It'll be hard
To make it.
To make whatever it is you want
Your own?

We've all felt scarred.
In our thoughts
Hopes-
Tears fallen for yearnings
We strive to hold.

The apartment,
May just seem old
And cold,
But what it holds-
Three little human lives,
Painting their worlds whole
Fearing the fates and fortunes
Society folds.

I'll wish big
And dream hard.
I'll paint it all in gold-
Live simple.
Part of this all,
Its just having that dream.
Surreal
Or real,
Fighting these fears-
That is what will steer
Visionaries to come in clear.

Why?
Do we always want so badly
What we will never have?
Like stars in our pockets
Or the dreams we have at night.

Sometimes I pretend
What I want
Is all the lies
Consuming time
Of too many thoughts.
Then I lose them
As if they were never mine.

But then I fall asleep
And I fill my pockets with stars.
I am catching them there as they fall.
On my lashes
And my lips.
These will always be my secrets
Resting here in the silent night of my lonely finger tips.

Maybe tomorrow
In daylights grace
I'll empty my pockets.
And all the stars
Will grow so BRIGHT
And explode and implode
For all to uphold.

But why?
Can't I have what I want?
Maybe because
There is a hole in my pocket.
And rest comes easy at night
When you dream of what is just a might.

River Soul

The river
It was wide and windy
So we all sat afloat
And there,
That day
My dreams were wide and windy

The coulds they drifted
Over the break of trees
Where the wide winged bird did soar.

Soared like the soul-
Soul of the river
And each heart soaring afloat.

When the leaves have all fallen
The trees have stood lonely
Then you remember
There, the steeple in cold.

The gate still open
The headstones fighting frost
The road still
Alone.

Soon you know
Through the window panes
The icicles will begin to grow
And your alone
Through the winter cold.

I had a revelation.
And it was full of color,
Dust,
And dreams.
Things I've always seen
But here I stand.
Human body whole.
Able-d.
Waiting to unfold.
STOP
Waiting-
Is what this revelation told.
This is what I now know,
So truth behold...
Color, dust, and dreams
Are all you really need
To be s e e n
And find all the in betweens
That you should have always seen
When false realities where blinding your mind.
OPEN YOUR EYES.
Fight the fog.
Then
There
You'll see your dreams
Dust and color.
Fallen into all the in betweens.